None More Black
None More Black
None More Black
None More Black
None More Black
None More Black
None More Black
None More Black
None More Black
None More Black
None More Black
None More Black
None More Black
I'm locking all the doors
I'm busting up the mirrors
Reflection is a dirty thing
It seems that's all too obvious
I didn't dim the lights enough, they see me
Against the wall
I'm making silhouettes
And it's all my fucking fault
I would prefer a breeze
But I'll settle for this drink in front of me
The humid night just sticks to my skin
Isn't that so generous?
It follows me to sleep
And now I toss and turn in
I sit at the edge of the bed
Strumming what's inside of me
I guess this night's been turned into something useful
I'm strumming my guitar, looking out a dirty window
I'm drunker than I've been
What else do I have to say or sing?